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  • M: You do this everyday?

    Little Boy: Yes, I sell chips to people on buses everyday, morning to night.

    M: Do you wish to go to school?

    Little Boy: I did when I was younger. But now I don't know.

    M: What don't you know?

    Little Boy: I don't know if I want to go to school.

    M: Why is that?

    Little Boy: I sometimes see them sad.

    M: Who?

    Little Boy: Those who seem to have gone to school, the well-dressed ones with id cards and workbags. I see them in tears in sometimes. It makes me sad. I don't know if I want to go to school, grow up to be an id card man to look sad on a bus and a chips-selling little boy takes pity on me.
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